What is poetry? I know not. I’m a mere amateur trying to be someone. Mind you, not like someone. Poetry, to me is elusive. I know about poetry just as much a new-born knows about the wide vast world. It’s an ocean to me, and I try swimming across, trying to reach somewhere. With words as my oars, I beat the waves.

What is poetry? I know not. I merely build castles of thought, words upon words. The bleak ones collapse, I sulk at the debris. Some laugh at me, mock me, and I’m lost in despair. Some manage to stay put, and give me hope. Poetry is mystery, and I’m a hopeless gumshoe.

What is poetry? I know not. I merely paint, draw, and write. With smiles, sometimes sobs, the canvas is filled with pieces of me, hidden in the sketches, between the letters. Poetry is like love; unconditional, carefree. I know not what’s good and what’s not. I know no rules, no styles. I bleed in my heart’s colours.

What is poetry? I know not. I merely try. When I crumble, poetry holds me on. The invisible bunch of words on the blank page in front of me, beckons me, to come drape them, with my nascent randomness. I stow the shy feeling as they invite me as their own. Frost, Cummings, Whitman, and Poe, they don’t belittle me anymore.

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A copywriter by profession but a story-teller at heart, Asha is a born reveur. A rebel who seeks refuge in the confines of worlds created by words. She reads, writes, reviews, and when not doing these, loves to loiter in the wizarding world of Harry Potter. Prefers dusty old bookshops for coffee chats. Literary Influencers: Tolstoy, Bukowski, Lahiri, Maurier.
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Why am I reblogging another blog’s post?- This should be the first question to be popping up in your minds when you see this week’s Idle Muser’s update, as I’m not somebody who reblogs very often. I remember it’s been just 2 reblogs on my blog in past 2 years. Here is the third one. Well, this one is primarily because of a bait, impossible to resist, thrown my way. I am going to receive a free book (I hope I do), in exchange of this reblog. For more information on this giveaway, you may click this link- https://themusingquill.com/2018/07/14/the-musing-quill-is-6/
But, now, when I look back, I wonder why did I never reblog her posts, all of which are equally deep, beautiful, well-written, informative, and mesmerizing. I shouldn’t have waited for her recent-most post to reblog her. Yet, I did; didn’t wait exactly, but never promoted this well-deserving poet, storyteller, and (by profession) a copywriter.
Why do I follow her, if you ask. I’d suggest you to visit her place once, just once, and you’d know the answer. Her blog, as much as is filled with beautiful poetries and stories and non-fiction, it has as many informative articles for all kind of writers. Hers was one of the initial blogs that I had followed, and boy! lucky I was. ‘The Musing Quill’ has not only helped me getting better, but it inspires me to write better and get better with my every writing piece.
Do visit her place. I’m telling you, you won’t regret a bit. This post of hers that I’ve just reblogged, is one of my favorites. It should be enough to make you curious about her place. Drop a comment below if you like her blog/ start following her after my today’s reblog.
PS- All the appreciation and praises are my own thoughts; nothing that I have written is just for the sake of impressing Asha (she already knows how much I admire her), nor is it to push you over her blog. I just wanted to express, once again, how much I adore ‘The Musing Quill’, and why do I do so.

Thank you so much, Asha. And we keep digging deeper and learning more, getting us in touch with the wildish nature of our souls. I love how writing poetry can do that, it’s such a prayerful process whether one believes in prayer or not. Blessings, sweet one.

You express so beautifully the insecurity so many of us feel when we write a poem.
The more we look at the words written the less confidence. Then I say, o.k., maybe it is “rubbish”
but these are the words that came out. Unasked.:)
miriam

I love this piece. I found your blog while looking for other poets on here, and the line comparing poetry to unconditional love struck a chord in me. I think it perfectly described what I also felt about my own poetry, and what all people feel when they write poetry. (Though of course, all styles of writing are great!)
Thanks for sharing! 🙂 Looking forward to more of your lovely pieces.
Angie
angieyhsim.wordpress.com

Poetry is a lot many things that I’ve failed to capture. But as you mention it now, a whole new blog post idea swirls in my mind. It’s like magic, makes you feel different, exalted, each time. Be around as often as you feel like, Angie. I hope you like what you come about. 😉

Bah! Poetry is not a vast ocean, waiting to be charted. It is the rocky shore where sailors wreck their ships and die. It is a pool of sharks coming to the surface to rip your body to shreds. That’s poetry.

Poetry is all which your heart. mind and spirit share with your many friends, happy, sad, in between. Your poetry is like a bread of life, as your spirit is alive in what you share…it makes minds give birth to many things, and we are allowed to know you better, especially your beautiful selflessness! I know not what I seek to write when the words flow, but they have come to life deep in my heart, and like your words, they are a treasure gift and blessing from the Creator, and it is also there to heal our souls make many smiles in others to come alive. Asha, all you share will mature in many beautiful ways…it just shows you are a wonderful human being, created by His love. I treasure you, my sister…..God bless you and your family!

Hi, just wanted to let you know about The Blue Nib a totally free resource for all poets. The site is split into two sections. The Poetry Project which is an open site for all to post, has the usual bells and whistles, community/social features/contests. The second part is the magazine which runs an open/frontend submission policy but all work is reviewed by editors before acceptance. I hope you come join and add some of your stellar work to both sites.
the site can be found at thebluenib(dot)com
Regards
Dave K

Hi Asha. On the open site you can submit directly to the site using the ‘write’ tab in the navigation menu 🙂 You must register first but that is very simple, you can register with facebook or just user name and password.

To submit to the magazine you can use this link http://magazine.thebluenib.com/ Work submitted to the magazine is subject to editors approval before it goes live on site. The Magazine will launch on Monday next. Would love to see some of your work on both sites.

It would be absolutely tumultuous for a person like me to answer to the question of what poetry is. Yet, you did it seamlessly, like a brook flowing without any interruptions in a straight line. I admired this post very much. I would feel grateful if you could check my blog out! I’d also love to collab with you. Have an awesome day. 🙂

Poetry is at the heart and soul of anyone who writes,
a passion for words, tasting the waters of adventure,
harnessing the power of thoughts and delivering them
for eager minds. A nourishment of inspiration just
waiting to be unleashed.
You write very nicely my sweet friend.
May I apologise for adding my thoughts
here, it was such a long way down to
add a comment.
Andro

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If you’ve yet to follow my lovely friend Asha’s blog I suggest it’s time to take a read and walk away feeling better for it! You will see just what I mean as you read this. She is such a bright light in this world her nature keeps me thankful and her words so soothing bathed in the truth of all things. When you read someone and can feel you just want to know more of them yeah she is a keeper!

Poetry is…what you make it, if there are rules, then there are poets that break them somewhere. Its what makes it a pure art form. As long as their are words there is poetry, unless your painting of course, or are Mother Nature herself and so on.

I discovered a loved writing as a child. I didn’t discover my poet side until my last year of high school when my English teacher gave us an assignment to write 10 poems of different kinds. I did what came natural and she was blown away. She never returned my work even. It was then when I was ushered through the doors of poetry, developing a part of me that I never knew was there. Great post, Asha and long live poetry!

What is Poetry? Poetry is a rhythm and a rhyme, a chance to view and see from a mind’s eye
what the writer feels or views inside. What is Poetry? It is a chance to lift and inspire to soar higher with words often not spoken , with words not often written but always felt.
What is Poetry? It is a piece of our soul that lay bare on a page for all to see a deeper look inside and show a vunerability. Poetry is more than words it is feelings expressed without there being a right or wrong just a insight that burns strong.

I can relate to this so well. I brings me back to being a teenager and writing poem after poem, never really knowing how a poem should be written. Just a way for me to grieve and express myself freely, on the pages. Thanks again, Asha.

A copywriter by profession but a story-teller at heart, Asha is a born reveur. A rebel who seeks refuge in the confines of worlds created by words. She reads, writes, reviews, and when not doing these, loves to loiter in the wizarding world of Harry Potter. Prefers dusty old bookshops for coffee chats. Literary Influencers: Tolstoy, Bukowski, Lahiri, Maurier.